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War On Black Boys

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say or do at this point will not really matter cause'
Your skin color has already confessed to the crime.

You have the right to an attorney,
Who will try his hardest to see that justice is served,
But a jury of your peers,
A.K.A. our attorneys will have him outmatched 12 to 1.
If you cannot afford an attorney,
One will be provided to you free of charge because he is also on our payroll.

Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you whoa whoa whoa whoa,
Don't move.

I see you reaching for your 9 millimeter wallet,
I see you reaching for your 38. Caliber inhaler whoa I said don't move!

Stop breathing!

You're puffing up your chest!

I feel threatened!

Stop resisting arrest!

Is that a weapon! ?

Lay down!

No no no no, face down!

No no no, face ground!

Bang!

Pow!

Oops I did it again

I'm a pop star. No, i'm a pop! Star. No, i'm a cop star,
No, by the time I get back to the precinct, I will be a rock star, clap for em'
I have more trophies with black names on them than BET Award winners, clap for em'
I will probably be honored at the NYPD award dinner clap for em'
They are going to throw me a parade clap for em'
Cause when I clap for em' they go to the grave!
Black boys cries follow deaf, white ears.
Black mother's tears keep graveyard grass green.
And black men's bones are the gavel with which judges finalize false convictions
Wake up black boys! It's time to declare war,

I wonder, if Trayvon Martin's mother, how she feels, that her son is a household name,
And he is not a household body.
I wonder,
If Grady Gray's family can still say grace over their food even though their prayers,
Could not stop the thief that robbed him of his last breath.
I wonder,
When Tamir Rice died playing cops and robbers,
if he still saw the former, more innocent than the latter
I wonder,
if black women feel closer to god because
they're steady having to lay to rest their only begotten sons
I wonder,
If black people's skin got darker because we're closer to the sun,
Then how many years will it take us to grow bulletproof skin because we're closer to the guns
I'm tired.

I'm tired of going to funerals where babies
are being buried in boxes bigger than the ones they used to put their toys in.
I'm tired
Of not being able to say "see you later" to my friends
We're steady practicing our goodbye words to each other
I'm tired
Of not being able to tell my girlfriend "let's wait until we're married"
Because i'm scared she will walk down the aisle and see me in a box before she sees me in a tuxedo
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired because I'm forced to stay woke in a society
who's laws are written as lullabies to black people
I'm tired
I wonder
If America will be alarmed when she wakes up and sees black folk aint sleeping no more
Because the American dream is the African American nightmare
I'm tired
Because I'm forced to stay woke
And if I finally go to sleep,
I might stay asleep forever.

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